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Love is a danger of a different kind

It’s guilt edged, glamorous and sleek by design; you know it’s jealous by nature,
false and unkind.

Cuts and more cuts! What do I pay my taxes for, I’d like to know? Well… OK, I don’t actually pay taxes because I just get £5 a week pocket money. But my wife pays taxes on my income, so I think this is just disgraceful.

That’s a rhetorical question. No need to provide reasons in response.

Let’s find out.

Lose coffee privileges?? Ooh – hard limit! Red, Mistress, red!

Which is quite often, obviously.

Femalevolent

Let’s hope she does want to treat him nicely.

Any particular flavour?

I think Hugh should stand up to them. I mean, is he a man or a mouse?

It would probably be OK to use any one of the Approved Slave Apology Phrases # 23 – 38 in reply. Or several, even.

Well, that’s thoughtful. Just what I needed.

By the way, I’ve been keeping this quiet partly because I don’t want him closed down, but there’s a chap with an account on archive.org
who must own an industrial-quality scanner, who appears to be
digitising what looks to be a large lifetime collection of (mainly
British) material relating to… well, our interests. The vast majority
of it is fem sub but even if only 5% of it is FD, the sheer volume he
is posting there makes it rather significant in itself. I make no
judgments on the copyright issues, let alone the rather more serious
violation of this blog’s code involved in publishing material in which men oppress
women (they’re only lengthening the charge sheet against them, for when
we finally achieve the righteous smack of firm government) but I leave
it to you to decide.

Multidisciplinary

Men and their gadgets. You can give him just as unpleasant a night with some good old-fashioned rope, a cold dripping shower and some nipple clamps. Why does everything have to be so hi tech?

Regular readers will have gathered by now that this is a very, very hard limit for me. I’m careful never to tell my SO, though, so it’s just a secret between you, dear Internet, and me.

Sounds like their sex life is about to improve. Well, hers is. His doesn’t sound like it’s worth keeping, really.

That is a lot simpler. Like her approach to marital arguments: also very simple indeed.

I am actually very sensitive to gender issues in the workplace. Painfully sensitive, even. When women are treated disrespectfully I feel physically bruised: sometimes immediately, sometimes a while later.

Sex and violence…

Sex and violence, sex and violence
goes together like a gag and silence…

Fortunately for us, we can only see her front in this picture, so obviously there’s no inappropriate leering from our side.

She’s got a funny story about how he actually proposed – just wait.

Bondage and arachnophobia… quite a stimulating combination, I think.

The lovely Idda Van Munster who will be featured here again, believe me.

…and just to annoy Declan again:


Can I stake a claim for the first use of the word ‘contemporaneous’ in a femdom porn blog, please? *

* Don’t worry – we’re back to normal service after Friday’s maledom special and we are no longer expecting male dominant readers. So it’s OK to use big complicated words and subtle(ish) humour. Yay!

Fun, fun, fun. In the sun, sun, sun.

After last Friday’s shivery Saturnalia, here are some sunny-themed captions to warm the hearts and bottoms of any males spending the long dark winter nights in an unheated kennel.

He could protest. After all, you need to be careful not to spend too much time in the sun, if you have sensitive skin. On the other hand, you really don’t want to piss these two girls off if you have sensitive skin, either, come to think of it.

Go on. What have you got to lose?

How about that? She noticed you!

If it stings him on the penis, it could swell up to three times its normal size. So, hey – six inches at last! There’s that to look forward to.

That’s actually not the worst of it. Just a few months ago, he congratulated the coffee boy at work for being the only person he knew who could make coffee the way he liked it, the way his wife did. Plus, he’s about to be drowned, of course. So it’s a bad day all round, really.

Not actually summer, but they are about to get nice and warm. Twice a day, on a regular cycle.

Long to reign over us

Ymmmph

Like many dommes, she’s actually the kindest person you could ever meet. Although she must know that the poor thing’s probably already dead, she’s going to pull and push and press and kick with all her might, if there’s still a chance that could get it out unharmed

Yes – useful tip there: it’s a ‘storage space’. I went to the out of town furniture superstore and asked to see beds with an inbuilt cuckie closet and the saleswoman gave me ever such a funny look. She took me to the right section, though, so I suppose that it was all right. And she even let Raoul and my wife try the mattress out, so in the end it worked out quite well for everyone.

Yeah, lots of people say size doesn’t matter but they’re not the ones being used as pain-toys because it’s all they’re good for, now, are they?

The glorious Gigi Allens, of course. Is there a sadder phrase anywhere on the Internet than her self-description as a ‘former professional dominatrix’? Howl!

Actually, for me it was the maid’s costume in that movie. Mrrrrow!

Take me, I’m yours

Because dreams are made of this.

And if she isn’t free, your daughter’s got lots of other friends who could step in.

Did you have something better to do? No? Well then.

That half a day’s going to drag a bit. I hate not really having anything to do, you know?

Those two extra legs make all the diference. Insects don’t usually have such big fangs too.

Could be a career breakthrough here. Make yourself valuable to stars like Gigi Allens and who knows where you might go?

Just a little prick…

… oh, I’m not even going to go there. It’s a very old joke and not very funny.

Let’s have some brand new and not very funny captions instead.

Dommes don’t care about these things, but we subs do. The taste is quite different, for one thing.

It’s good to experiment a bit.

I’m one of her regular clients. First Tuesday of every month, 9.35 to 9.38. It gives meaning to my otherwise pointless existence.

Men do seem to be making some pretty strange democratic choices just now, you’ve got to admit.

um…

4300 kPa

The pressure exerted by a woman walking in high heels. so it seems. That’s a lot of Pascals. 4.3 million Pascals, I suppose. Makes you think, eh? And that’s assuming she’s not actually jumping up and down.

I read that on the Physics Website, which (drawing I suspect on Cutnell, John D., & Kenneth W. Johnson. Physics. 4th ed. New York: Wiley, 1998. 338) explains it this way:

This is approximately 40 atmospheric pressures. Now you realize the full potential
of the high heel.

For comparison’s sake, would you rather your hand be pummeled by a herd of elephants
or a group of angry women wearing high heels?

Sorry, what was that?

Would you rather your hand be pummeled by a herd of elephants
or a group of angry women wearing high heels?

Mmmmm… sounds like you don’t read this blog very often, Mr Physics Website.

Anyway, it all seems very instructive. I won’t link to the website as I don’t think they’d particularly appreciate this source of traffic (yes, dear readers, that’s right: I am ashamed of you). On with what we do on this website, now.

It’s not actually the days wearing the collar that will hurt you, in any case. It’s all the things you said and did during those days when you weren’t wearing it.

Looks like you’re about to get a feel for Russian culture.

Interestingly, a recent survey found that many women with husbands in chastity actually start wearing sexy clothes more often than before. Women, eh? Always missing the point. Bless ’em.

Anyway, he’s got another ear. So it’s not like the time when she – oh, well,, that’s another story.

Kafkaesque, no?

Tales of shame and degradation

Kinky and socially useful at the same time! What’s not to like?

Better be worth it… I need those fingers for my everyday sex life.

He did mind. But she didn’t.

Oh well. Live and learn.

Don’t diss housework simulators. After a hard day’s ironing, there’s nothing I like better than to relax with SimLaundry 3. I’m about to earn the 10,000 pleated skirt achievement.